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Originally posted by punkworld
Any explanation for that? Maybe some childhood experiences or something?
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Nope, just me. I was selling pickles and candy to the black kids on my block when I was 5 or so. I ran a 7 day a week kool-aid stand during the summer. Bought a lawn mower with my 10th birthday money I got. Rented a table at a sports cards show at 13 and made more than all but 2 other tables. And on and on.
I've been completely fascinated with things of value for as long as I can remember and have always had cash in my pocket. Like someone said above, if I don't have something stressing me out I feel like complete shit. Diagnose me with whatever but I wouldn't have it any other way. The "living life" you mention is exactly what I'm doing because I want nothing more. Don't get me wrong, I love to have fun and I'm known to do shit on the spur of the moment. We hit Mardi Gras for 10 days with my first adult check in 2001.
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